1st Dusting

[makeitquick]

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[This voiced bit is made after this hapadash intro here. Getting to be around sunset now]

So, is this Slayer part two here, show up in some "other world?" Gotta say, this is totally toy if it is.

But hey, girl's gotta do, right? So any lurks out there, here I am. Come find me, I dare you.

[To be honest, she's not sure if she believes this is the case or not. She's just restless - to be out of Versi, to not be near Gates or Erin or her new flat with all the heritage she was just beginning to discover. To assume - or perhaps more accurately, pretend - that showing up in this weird wing-world is an extension of that whole deal.

If anyone wants an action portion instead, she's wishing she had her scythe or blaster hanging out around central plaza, on one of the shop roofs, watching people. At least she has on her own set of clothes by now]

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[herotypical]

...Maybe his diaries just never -- you know, things get lost. Over time.

[ how sad, though. how very sad. ]

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[makeitquick]

Could also be I just didn't grab it yet. Someone decided to leave me a big library of diaries. Read less than half so far.

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[herotypical]

...Some of them are hard to swallow.

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[makeitquick]

Yeah, things got pretty bad sometimes.

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[herotypical]

...Or all the time.

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[makeitquick]

Don't be a shifter, Summers, the convo's turned all circular.

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[herotypical]

Puh-lease. You're the one who talks funny.

[ ahaha. they're conversational soulmates. :| ]

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[makeitquick]

If you're showin' me what Old 'Merican sounds like, it's a wonder anyone got each other.

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[herotypical]

The word you're looking for is American. And it's not old. It's positively modern. The modernest.

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[makeitquick]

Hello? [She points a thumb at her face] 23rd century here?

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[herotypical]

...I live with a guy from the 23rd century and he does not talk like that.

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[makeitquick]

He's prob from the Uppers then. Or not from Haddyn at all.

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[herotypical]

Space, actually. Via Georgia.

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[makeitquick]

Space.

...Wow.

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[herotypical]

...Mmhm. Welcome to Luceti.

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[makeitquick]

[...Pfft. She snickers a brief moment, and then actually smiles]

Thanks for the welcome.

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[herotypical]

...If the future is anything like my present, then I at least have a little bit of good news for you. Here? Here's generally safer than home. [ a beat. ] But only barely.

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[makeitquick]

If the past's anything like the present, I'll still feel better when I got my scythe.

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[herotypical]

[ yet another look. ]

Your scythe. Well.

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[makeitquick]

Yeah. Supposedly a Slayer heirloom - red, kills really good.

[She's not making the connection just yet]

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[herotypical]

You can toss out that supposedly and upgrade straight to absolutely. And it slays like a beauty.

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[makeitquick]

You know- oh. ...Oh, right, past.

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[herotypical]

You're looking at the first Slayer to actually find the thing.

[ or perhaps just the first to need it so badly that finding was imperative. ]

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[makeitquick]

Wow.

[Deadpan, but she nods all the same. It is sort of... inspiring to be with a woman like this, assuming she's not spinning her. She leans back in the booth, resting her head on something a moment and then looking back at her]

You know, two some cen for an heriloom isn't that long.

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[herotypical]

Oh, it's older than that. Way, way older. Pre-language kind of old. As old as the lineage itself, Melaka.

[ buffy sits up a little straighter. ] Made for us, but hidden.